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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Crime,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.