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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.