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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.