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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
PIL,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Scion,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.