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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
June Days,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.