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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.