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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.