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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.