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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.