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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.