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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.