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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
AZ,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.