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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.