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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
10cc,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.