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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Section 25,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.