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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.