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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.