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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.