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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Nico,
cv313,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.