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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.