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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.