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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.