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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.