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 China and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Q65,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.