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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
MDC,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.