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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.