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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.