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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.