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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.