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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.