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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.