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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.