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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.