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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.