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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.