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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.