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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.