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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.