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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.