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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.