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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Names,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.