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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
UT,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.