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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.