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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.