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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.