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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Lyres,
Magma,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.