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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.