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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.