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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.