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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.