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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.