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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.