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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.