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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.