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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 DNA to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.