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 Israel and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.