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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Move,
Franke,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.