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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.