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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.