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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.