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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.