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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.