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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.