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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.