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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
UT,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.