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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.