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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.