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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Television,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.