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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Gong to the techno 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.