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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.