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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.