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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
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You don't know what you really want.