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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.