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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.