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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.