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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.