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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.