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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.