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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.