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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.