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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.