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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.