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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.