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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.