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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.