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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.