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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.