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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.