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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Faust,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Remains,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.