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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.