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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.