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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.