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 Russia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.