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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.