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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.