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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.