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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.