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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.