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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.