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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.