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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.