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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.