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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.