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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.