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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.