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 Oman 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Skriet,
Swans,
Smog,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.