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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.