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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.