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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Move,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Symarip,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.