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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.