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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.