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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.