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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.