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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.