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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.