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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.