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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.