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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.