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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.