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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.