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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
MC5,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.