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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.