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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.