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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Slave to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Human League,
Organ,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
10cc,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.