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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.