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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.