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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Wire,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.