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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
JFA,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.