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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.