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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.