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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The Slits,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.