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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 CMW to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.