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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.