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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.