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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.