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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Chrome,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.