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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.