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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Fear,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.