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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.