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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.