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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.