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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.