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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
PIL,
10cc,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.