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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Audionom,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.