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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.