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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.