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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.