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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Unwound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.