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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.