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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.