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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.