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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.