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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.