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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
the Association,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.