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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.