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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.