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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.