Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.