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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.