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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Index,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.