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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.