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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.