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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.