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 Gambia 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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.