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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.