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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.