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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.