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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.