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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.