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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.