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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.