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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.