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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Black Moon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.