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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.