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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.