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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.