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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.