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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.