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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.