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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.