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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.