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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Index,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.