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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.