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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.