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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.