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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.