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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Brick to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.