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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.