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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.