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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Faust,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.