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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.