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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.