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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.