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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Franke,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.