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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.