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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.