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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Index,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Mars,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.