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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.