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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.