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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.