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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.