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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Residents,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.