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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.