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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.