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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.