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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.