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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.