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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.