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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.