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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.