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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.