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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.