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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.