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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.