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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.