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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.