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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.