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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.