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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.