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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.