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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.