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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.