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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.