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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.