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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.