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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Monks,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.