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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.