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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.