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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Crime,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.