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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.