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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.