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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.