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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
ABC,
the Swans,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.