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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.