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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.