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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.