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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.