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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.