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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.