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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.