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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.