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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.