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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.