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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.