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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
JFA,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.