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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.