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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Index,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.