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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.