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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.