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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Q65,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.