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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.