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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Monolake,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.