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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.