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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.