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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.