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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Brick,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.