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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Names,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.