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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.