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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.