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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.