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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.