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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Gong,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.