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 Burkina and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.