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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.