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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.