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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.