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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.