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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.