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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.