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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.