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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.