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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.