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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.