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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.