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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.