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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.