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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.