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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.