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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.