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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Wings,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.