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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.