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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.