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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.