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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.