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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Golliwogs,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.