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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.