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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.