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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.