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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.