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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.