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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.