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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
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.