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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.