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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.