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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.