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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.