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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
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.