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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Crime,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.