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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.