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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.