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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Model 500,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.