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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.