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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.