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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.