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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.