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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.