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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.