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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.