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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.