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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Index,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.