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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.