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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.