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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Wings,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.