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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.