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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.