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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.