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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Index,
PIL,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.