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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.