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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.