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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.