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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
PIL,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.