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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.