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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Technova,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.