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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.