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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.