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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Q65,
MC5,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.