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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.