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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.