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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.