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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Oneida 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
UT,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.