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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.