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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.