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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.