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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Cameo,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.