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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.