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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.