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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.