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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
X-101,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.