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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.