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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.