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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.