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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.