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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.