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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.