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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.