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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.