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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.