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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.