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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.