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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.