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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.