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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.