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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.