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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.