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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Can,
Neu!,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
ABC,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.