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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.