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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Lalann,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.