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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.