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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.