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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.