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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.