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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.