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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.