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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.