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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Can,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.