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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Nas,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.