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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 F. McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.