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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.