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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.