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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
the Association,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.