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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Magma,
10cc,
Pylon,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.