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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.