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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.