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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.