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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.