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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.