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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.