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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.