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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.