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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 JFA to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.