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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.