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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.