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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.