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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.