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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.