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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.