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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.