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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Index,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.