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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.