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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.