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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Nico to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
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.