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 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.