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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.