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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Wire 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.