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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Happenings 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.