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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.