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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.