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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.