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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Scion,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.