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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
AZ,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.