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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.