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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.