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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.