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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.