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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.