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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.