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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.