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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.