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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.