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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.