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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.