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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
the Germs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.