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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.