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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.