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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.