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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
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.