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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.