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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.