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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.