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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.