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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.