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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Skaos,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.