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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Index,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.