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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.