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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.