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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.