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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.