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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Nas,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.