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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.