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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Yaz,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.