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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Cluster 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.