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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.