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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.