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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.