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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.