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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.