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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.