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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.