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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.