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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Doors to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Kayak,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.