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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
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.