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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.