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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.