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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.