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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.