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 United States and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.