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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.