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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.