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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.