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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.