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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.