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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.