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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.