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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.