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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.