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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.