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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Qualms,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.