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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.