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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.