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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.