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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Index,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.