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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Mars,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.