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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.