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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.