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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.