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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.