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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.