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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.