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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.