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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.