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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.