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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.