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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.