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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.