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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Visage,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.