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 Comoros and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
10cc,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
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.