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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.