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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.