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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Television,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.