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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.