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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.