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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.