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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.