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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.