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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.