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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.