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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.