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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.