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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.