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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.