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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.