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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.