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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Gong,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.