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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.