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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.