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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.