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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.