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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.