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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Television,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.