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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Franke to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.