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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.