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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.