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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.