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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.