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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.