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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.