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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.