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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.