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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.