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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.