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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.