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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.